Sexy Night 🥵🌶️/ Hinglish and English Language
Name - My Husband Fucks Me When He Is Drunk.
Character :
Male Lead;
Name - Surya sinha
27 year old / board of director in multi international company
Female Lead;
Name - sanchi Surya sinha
22 year old , House wife
Relation: Husband and Wife
Language : Hinglish And English
INFORMATION
Surya and Sanchi got married a year ago. It was an arranged marriage fixed by Surya’s father, Rajveer, who wanted a simple and homely girl for his son. Rajveer’s old friend, Mahesh, visited him after many years and introduced his daughter, Sanchi. She was well-mannered, educated, and belonged to a lower middle-class family. Rajveer liked her and asked for her hand in marriage for Surya.
Sanchi had fallen in love with Surya the moment she saw him. After marriage, she did everything with love, cooking his favourite dishes every day, taking care of the house, and waiting for him to come home, even though there were servants. It was her habit since childhood to do household work with dedication.
But Surya never accepted her. Even after one year of marriage, he barely spoke to her or cared about her feelings. Still, Sanchi continued to give her best, believing that since he took the first step by marrying her, she should keep loving him without questioning anything.
Hinglish Language
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Raat ke dhai baj chuke the
Mumbai mein halki halki barish ho rahi thi
Surya poora tank tha, ladkhadata hua mansion mein ghusa, sharab se bheega hua vah jakar sofe per baith Gaya,
Sanchi kitchen se khana leke aayi
Aaj usne jaan bujh ke bahut zyada hot kapde pehne the
Laal net ki saree, itni thin ki gora pet saaf dikh raha tha
Blouse sleeveless, poora backless, gale ka cut itna deep ki badi gol boobs aadhi se zyada bahar thi
Kamar mein sirf ek patli dori, uske neeche geheri naabhi chamak rahi thi
Jhuk kar khana rakh rahi thi, pallu sarak gaya
Surya sofa se utha, aankhen laal, kadam ladkhadate, lekin nazar ekdum fixed Sanchi pe
Ek saal mein pehli baar usne Sanchi ko aise dekha jaise mard sach mein aurat ko dekhta hai
Chupke se peeche gaya, Sanchi ko pata bhi nahi chala
Achanak uski patli kamar pe do garam garam haath pad gaye
S… Surya ji…? Sanchi ki awaaz kaanp gayi
Surya ne kuch nahi bola, bas apna muh uski gardan mein gada diya
Geheri saans li, uski perfume aur sharab ki smell mix ho gayi, khatarnak nasha ban gaya
Phir hoth rakh diye gardan pe, dheere se
Sanchi ki saans ruk gayi, ek saal mein pehli baar uska pati use chhoo raha tha
Surya ji… aapne pi hai na…? usne bahut dheere se poocha
Jawab mein Surya ne kamar aur zor se kheench li, apna seena uski nangi peeth se chipka diya
Hoth gardan se oopar kaan tak le gaya, halka sa kaata
Sanchi ke haath kaanpne lage, thali table pe rakh di
Palatna chahi lekin Surya ne peeche se hi kas ke pakad liya
Usne chehra haathon mein liya, paltaaya aur sidhe hothon pe hoth rakh diye
Sanchi ko kiss karna nahi aata tha, woh bas hoth chipka ke khadi rahi
Surya ne muskurate hue neeche wala hoth choosa, phir jeebh andar daal di
Gehera, geela, bhookha french kiss
Sanchi ki saari saansen jaise uske muh mein sama gayi, woh bas aahen bhar rahi thi
Kiss karte karte haath peeche gaya, blouse ki dori kheench di, ek jhatka aur dori khul gayi
Doosra haath pallu pe, pallu neeche gir gaya
Ab Sanchi sirf net saree aur dheele blouse mein
Uski boobs tezi se upar neeche ho rahi thi
Surya ne use god mein uthaya aur dining table pe lita diya
Lakdi ki thandak lagte hi Sanchi sihar gayi
Surya uske oopar chadh gaya, shirt ke saare button kholte hue bola
Tum kitni khoobsurat ho Sanchi… main paagal tha jo ab tak nahi dekh paya
Phir muh uski chest pe le gaya, blouse neeche saraka diya
Laal bra mein badi gol boobs qaid thi
Peeche se hook khola, dono boobs bahar
Gulabi nipple poore tane hue
Ek ko muh mein le liya, zor se choosa
Sanchi ki kamar apne aap oopar uth gayi
Aahh… Surya ji…
Doosri ko haath se masalte hue choosta raha, kabhi daant se kaat ta, kabhi jeebh ghumata
Sanchi bas siskariyan le rahi thi
Phir petticoat ka naada khola, saree neeche sarak gayi
Ab sirf laal panty mein
Surya ne apni pant aur underwear utar di, lund poora khada
Sanchi ne pehli baar dekha, aankhen badi ho gayi, darr bhi tha excitement bhi
Surya ne uske dono pair oopar uthaye, ghutne mod kar apne kandhon pe rakh diye
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★English Language
It was well past 2:30 a.m.
Mumbai was wrapped in a soft, steady drizzle, the kind that makes the city feel like it’s whispering secrets.
Surya stumbled through the grand doors of the mansion, completely drunk, eyes bloodshot, shirt half-tucked, the sharp smell of expensive whiskey clinging to his skin like a second shadow , he went and sat on the sofa
From the kitchen walked in Sanchi, carrying a late-night dinner on a silver tray.
Tonight she had dressed like she was waging war on his indifference.
A sheer crimson net saree clung to her body like mist; so transparent that the milky skin of her flat stomach glowed under the chandelier.
The blouse was sleeveless, completely backless, with a plunging neckline so daring that more than half of her full, round breasts spilled out, barely contained.
Only a thin string tied at her waist held the pleats together, leaving her deep navel on shameless display.
She bent forward to place the tray on the dining table.
The pallu slipped.
In that single, careless second, everything she had hidden for a year was suddenly bare.
Surya rose from the sofa like a man possessed.
His steps were unsteady, but his gaze was razor-sharp, locked on her.
For the first time in twelve months of a cold, arranged marriage, he was truly seeing his wife, not as the quiet girl his family had brought home, but as a woman. Flesh, fire, and forbidden desire.
He moved behind her without a sound.
Sanchi didn’t even realize until two large, burning-hot hands clamped around her tiny waist.
“S… Surya-ji…?” Her voice trembled, half fear, half prayer.
He said nothing.
Instead he buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling her like a drug. Her floral perfume mixed with the raw bite of his whiskey created something lethal.
Then his lips found her skin, soft, deliberate kisses along her nape.
Sanchi’s breath hitched.
One whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five nights of sleeping in separate rooms, of polite “good mornings” and “good nights,” and now, finally, her husband was touching her.
“Surya-ji… you’ve been drinking, haven’t you…?” she whispered, barely audible.
His only reply was to yank her harder against him, crushing her naked back to his chest.
His mouth traveled upward, teeth grazing the shell of her ear, nipping lightly.
Her hands shook so badly she almost dropped the tray. She set it down with a clatter and tried to turn, but he held her pinned from behind, possessive, unyielding.
He cupped her face, spun her around, and claimed her mouth.
Sanchi had never been kissed properly before.
She simply pressed her lips to his, frozen.
Surya smiled against her mouth, sucked gently on her lower lip, then pushed his tongue inside, deep, wet, hungry.
He devoured her.
She melted, soft moans spilling into him as he stole every breath she had.
While their mouths fused, one hand slid behind her, found the single string of her blouse, and pulled.
The knot gave way with a soft snap.
His other hand dragged the pallu down. It pooled at her feet like liquid fire.
Now she stood in nothing but the transparent net saree and a loose, falling blouse.
Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath.
In one effortless move, Surya lifted her, set her on the cold teak dining table.
The shock of the wood against her bare back made her gasp and arch.
He climbed over her, ripping open his own shirt, buttons scattering across the marble floor.
Looking down at her flushed face, wild hair, and heaving chest, he rasped,
“You are so fucking beautiful, Sanchi… I was blind. I was a damn fool for an entire year.”
He lowered his mouth to her breasts.
The blouse was pushed down to her waist.
A red lace bra barely caged her fullness. With practiced fingers he unhooked it from behind.
Both perfect, creamy breasts spilled free, rosy nipples already hard and begging.
He took one into his mouth, sucked hard.
Sanchi’s back bowed off the table.
“Aah… Surya-ji…”
He tormented the other with his hand, rolling, pinching, while his tongue swirled and teeth grazed.
She writhed beneath him, fingers tangling in his hair, helpless little cries escaping her throat.
His hands moved lower.
One tug on the petticoat string and the saree slithered down her legs.
Only a tiny red thong remained.
Surya stripped off his trousers and boxer-briefs in seconds.
His cock sprang free, thick, hard, pulsing with a year of denied hunger.
Sanchi’s eyes widened, equal parts fear and aching want.
He hooked her knees, folded her legs up, and draped them over his shoulders.
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